Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 183: Scathach, the Strongest Person in History
Fujimaru Ritsuka's words caused a huge uproar.

The Messenger of the Lord God - this name might have been unknown to anyone two months ago.

However, as various servants were summoned by Fujimaru to another world to assist in the battle, they would often mention this term after they came back and showed off.

The main god, the small garden, and the other world.

Powerful enemy.

A whole new adventure.

Although the crisis itself does not seem to be as exciting as Ritsuka's previous experiences, because the Spiritual Shadow cannot be used perfectly, there is no Chaldea to assist, and there is no Servant who inexplicably descends on Ritsuka every time there is an event to protect him.

Leaving Ritsuka alone to face the crisis - this kind of thing usually happens when a Servant like the Count causes trouble.

But no matter how worried they were, no matter how difficult it was in theory, the Heroic Spirits could not intervene.

I could only watch him wandering around outside and coming back.

Return to Chaldea.

In the end, the heroes' guess was confirmed.

The worries day and night turned into reality and became aggressive language.

In the end, the venue became a mess.

The Heroic Spirits came forward to question him, and Ritsuka handled them all with ease.

By the time Ritsuka had settled them one by one back in their rooms, he entered and exited the rooms, going in and out to comfort the heroic spirits. It was already the next day when he finished.

click-

Back in my room, Ritsuka rarely showed a trace of fatigue, and finally sat down on his chair with force.

After waiting for a while, he stood up again.

He squatted beside the bed, pulled back the sheets, and took a look to confirm.

"What are you doing?"

Behind Ritsuka, the spirit form of Alfia gradually appears.

"Sometimes there are servants under my bed, so I have to check it." Half lying on the ground, Fujimaru put the bed sheet back after completing the check, and then slowly stood up. "OK, confirmed."

Sitting back in the office chair, he tilted his head back, letting the sweat flow back along the contour of his earlobe, and let out a long breath.

“I’m a little tired.”

“But it’s all explained clearly.”

Following the indifferent voice, Alfia sat down on Ritsuka's bed.

"You are truly loved by gods and heroes."

"Hmm." Ritsuka closed his eyes and hummed softly through his nose.

"And such an army of Heroic Spirits is worthy of being the saviors of the other world. It's really grand. However, it seems that not all Heroic Spirits are powerful." Alfia ran her hand over Ritsuka's bed, watching the marks drawn by her fingertips, and said softly, "The resentment and grief of the weak when they are not used also need to be considered. The Master is really troublesome."

"No, all the heroic spirits have their own battlefields, and eventually all the help will be transformed into tangible help and feedback to me, so my gratitude to everyone is the same." Ritsuka continued with his eyes closed, but his voice was light.

He could hear the hidden meaning in Alfia's words.

Alfia glanced at Ritsuka coldly and said, "Liar."

"I don't lie, unlike Alfea."

"!!"

There was no point in exposing the topic, so the white-haired woman in the riddle turned around angrily, then pulled open the bed and crawled into it.

"Boring, I'm going to sleep."

"But that's my bed."

"Fujimaru - you have the right to turn me into a spirit or restrict my independent manifestation, right? Why not use that?" Alfia closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and turned her back to Ritsuka.

"I am different from your servants in Chaldea. I just want to die in peace, or atone for my sins. Therefore, I am a blade - but even a blade has to choose a place to rest. As a master, you can throw me away, and I won't mind."

Ritsuka nodded to show that he understood and spoke.

"I am the type who sleeps with a sword in my arms."

"I'm leaving."

After just one round, Alfia gave up trying to hold on and gracefully stood up, going to the foot of the bed and sitting up, leaning her back against the wall.

"That's enough, you should rest now." Alfia sighed.

"Since I consume the least energy as a spirit, I will help you screen out all malicious intent. No one in this land will be able to get close to you."

"Ah."

Ritsuka laid down, resting his head on the pillow and pulling the blanket over himself.

"It was just a joke. Alfia is quite gentle. She might be unexpectedly suitable to be a mother."

"Master, even a sword will kill its master when it is angry - sleep."

"Well I was thinking of doing that, but I haven't finished taking care of all the guests yet."

Li Xiang rubbed his head against the pillow slightly and spoke in an unclear tone.

"Master, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"?!"

Alfia just didn't understand.

Old man? Who?
you?
Could it be a servant?
No, I didn't see it. Besides, didn't I just say that as long as I'm here, no one can get close to Ritsuka?

Alfia is the top adventurer, and his alertness is at the top level in the entire world. In order to avoid monster attacks, he is used to keeping his nerves tense at all times.

How could someone possibly, under my observation——

[It's been a long time since I last saw you, my contractor.]

The will-o'-the-wisp was already lit, and it actually appeared beside Alfia.

That was definitely not some dark blue fire that only had an appearance, but a flame that truly represented the god of death and Hades, icy and bone-chilling, even colder than the bone spirit cold fire! Even more fucking terrifying!

The huge and heavy armor is not gorgeous, but it gives people an incomparable sense of oppression.

It was as if he was constantly wandering in the valley. His sword was connected to death. Both his armor and sword had faint cracks on his body, as if it was a flashback before death, but it also brought a heart-stopping sense of oppression.

Terror, oppression, destruction.
【grim Reaper】

It was closer to the concept of "death" than any other monster Alfia had ever seen. If the black dragon had absolute destruction and brutality, and Tiamat had a sense of drowning that encompassed the world like an ocean, then the old man in front of him had the coldness of "death" that Alfia had felt all the time since he was born.

King Hassan turned his head and glanced at Alfia.

The orchid-colored candle flickered, and his eyes seemed to narrow for a moment.

[The lost soul, because it is close to death, has already touched the evening bell that symbolizes the end. If it is her, she will surely be able to guarantee the safety of you, the contractor. ]

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What are you talking about?

Alfia felt that all the muscles in his body were beginning to lose strength, and even his fingertips, which should have been steady, were trembling at an imperceptible amplitude.

The opponent is just so strong!

Even though Alfia was constantly putting a layer of magic defense on herself and Fujimaru Ritsuka, the terrifying pressure from the person in front of her made Alfia feel that if the other party wanted to sneak attack, he only needed one knife to break his magic! The second knife would take his life!

Of course, if a fight really develops, Alfia is still confident that he will not die or be defeated, but the probability of being seriously injured just by a confrontation is close to 100%.

What a horrible assassin.
However, Li Xiang was not moved at all when facing such a god of death, and even lay on the bed without any intention of getting up.

He said sheepishly, "Sorry, old man, I'm a little tired. What's the matter?"

This is the strength of the bond at its full potential. The assassin, who was already loyal to the Master, did not punish the disrespectful Master at this moment, but nodded instead.

[It's okay, I just want to give you a piece of advice. ]

[If you want to travel and witness the end of different worlds, then the company of the god of death is inevitable. ]

[I am not qualified to judge souls from another world, but I can still do it if I just swing my sword as a warrior and a contracted person.]

【So--】

After saying that, Wang Hassan disappeared without any hesitation, as if he had never appeared. Even at the scene, no trace of this legendary assassin could be found.

The complex discourse is summed up in one sentence -

【Take me with you when starting a group. 】

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Ritsuka was relieved, but Alfia felt less at peace.

too strong.

The strongest man in Orario was surprised, but also felt a sense of luck.

Perhaps it was simply because this Mountain Man was too strong, so—

"Ah, I'm so sleepy, teacher, you should come out too."

Alfia: “!?!”

Are there any experts? !
Swish, swish, new noise came from - from under Ritsuka's bed!
A woman with a curvy figure crawled out from under the bed.

"Well, unlike the simple guess of the Mountain Man, Master, you simply noticed my presence as soon as you entered the room." Scathach shook her head slightly, and her long burgundy hair swayed with it.

The red double guns fit tightly against the body, and the erotic yet capable dark purple tights perfectly displayed the perfect curves honed through exercise.

The woman's eyes were as deep and rippling as a half-full red wine glass, and there was an inexplicable smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Long time no see, my complacent disciple."

That is the warrior and queen of Celtic Ulster legend.

The teacher of many heroes in Celtic mythology.

The natural ruling class, the queen! ——In Chaldea, the teacher with whom Ritsuka has the most contact and the most frequent physical contact!

Scathach!
wait!?

Before Alfia could recover from the shock of having a Servant right under her nose, the first thing she felt was Hong Wen.

[Ritsuka, you bastard!?! Didn’t you just lift up the bed sheet to check?!?]

Alfia used such a surprised look to transmit the message to Fujimaru, while the latter continued to lie on the bed and responded with an innocent expression.

"I just said it was confirmed, I didn't say there was no one."

Oh no, you! ?

"So, what does Teacher Scathach want to talk to me about?" Ignoring Alfia's racing thoughts, Ritsuka turned to Scathach and asked.

He was very curious, why was Scathach looking for him?
"Don't worry, the old man of the mountain and I are both considerate and won't take up too much of your time."

That's right, after all, they are still the same age.
and so on.

Also take her to another world?
Hasn't this old woman forgotten her meaningless desire to find someone who can kill her?

I don’t know if she caught Ritsuka’s thoughts, but Scathach raised her eyebrows and sat down on the bed unceremoniously instead of standing.

The place where I sit is not quite right, there is no empty seat there.

Did this woman sit directly on Ritsuka? !
Alfia looked a little red.

Why are you Chaldea like this? Alfia turned her head away, pretending nothing happened with a cold face.

Ritsuka and Scathach continued to stare at each other without changing their expressions.

"My request is simple. I am interested in another world, but you will naturally come to me when you need me. Compared to that, I am more curious about——"

The Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows raised her lips.

The extremely charming slender jade fingers brushed across the corner of Lixiang's mouth, and then with a flip of the wrist, a piece of white paper emerged from between the fingers and was handed to Lixiang.

"How much has my disciple grown during this trip?"

"This is a declaration of war, my disciple."

"Let me see if you are qualified to be a disciple."

Um.
Ridiculous.

What on earth was Scathach talking about?

Become a disciple?

Is this what Master Zhong÷ meant? (Frowning

Please see the next episode.

A Man Stronger Than Rei Scathach

(End of this chapter)